August in Palatine turns heavy by ten in the morning, and by noon the shade along Smith Street is the only reasonable place to stand. Trevor's lawn maintenance works right through it, mowing, trimming around posts and beds, edging the walk, blowing the drive clean before moving on. Heat like that is hard on turf, so a cut in the dry weeks is an exercise in restraint: take a little, leave the roots shaded, come back next week. A yard handled that way stays green into September while the neglected ones go thin and straw-colored. Steady, unhurried, one lawn at a time, all the way around the village.